fiction – Page 61 – elancharan gunasekaran

spring in the absence of light warm seas writhe in anger

you breathe in the last line and wonder if we can skip summer and go straight to autumn

to walk among dead stars is to leave your humanity behind

antler maze now home to night’s children the jealous gods watched as they grew wild and free

spring rain serpent limbs unravel with a cryptic gaze

borders burst into pollen the pilgrim’s path erasing lines and boundaries

tides that ignore the moon are cursed to roam as phantoms in the fog

mantras mutate mid ritual

a fae child learns to play the spine each note a wrinkle in time

demons no longer hide from day and soil sees more than the sun